Paroles Bullmonkey de Black Happy

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Too much talk has been going on latelyand when I get done there's some people gonna' hate me nowI can only smile while I'm watching you shoutcause too many people moving in theframe they don't know aboutI keep hearing about this lineYou keep saying that all is fineI read about and watch you everydaybut that doesn't mean I gotta act that wayI watch you shout to make some changeI watch you promise to rearrangeYou're marching hard to prove your pointYou token affected is new in this jointTime and time and time againWe're finding out whos your best friendIf we criticize anything you sayYou tell us we're wrong and get out of the wayYou think we're livin' in '84When you don't know it's sad and what's moreBig Brother's coming not blind or deafDidn't you know he's coming from the leftWe gotta' clean this up, we gotta' make this stopWe need to walk in another wayWe need to watch what we sayWe gotta' forget all that, we gotta' drop our batsEverything you're walking is unclean junkWe don't play that game punkI'm sick of hearing you speak your mindIt's the same old chatterbox every timeEvery time we offer something newYou shoot it down and say we haven't got a clueIt hear you say our minds are shutWhat's your definition of trust?Another person another bed on another day?Your lame excuse is that we make you this wayI know that there's a place,I know that there's a raceI washed my hands in dirt, I prayed it wouldn't hurtI couldn't even look, I watched the hands I shookI needed so much moreand then my voice wasn't thought all soreEverybody's got their own opinion, here's mineYou just divorced your 86th wifeand you wanna' talk about real lifeYou're telling us about your grand world planWhich part of I don't care don't you understandYou say we're wrong and that dependsWhat do you see from behind that lensYou say we're a world with all one voiceBut you're never gonna' let memake my own choiceEverybody's got their own opinion, here's mineIf we all don't all hang together then were just gonna' hang away10..9..8..7..6..5....4321None of your ideas ever stick,I must admit that's a real nice trickYour voice must hurt, you should give it a restAdd to the fact you're a creep at bestI'm sick of watching you eat your ownThe fact remains that you've never grownWe're wearing body bags not body glovesand none of this would ever happen if we talked about loveI hope that this will end, I pray I find my friendsI know that I have one, ending time has just begunI still pray every night, but that doesn't make it rightThis happened long before,it's always ripped and tornEverybody's got their own opinion, here's mine.

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